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Exorcism

It sings
atop its throne of power
asphyxiates,
swells,
and
sighs.

It must not
[cannot]
overcome;
it will be the death of us
my love

those prepubescent thoughts
these horrific sights
there is an absence of apathy
amongst the youths I know

It knows us well
caresses and calms us
as it also maddened
and made us feral

We are your wild-eyed children
a product of your ideals
can you hear it singing?

The sounds won't die away.

Author notes

Editing. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. This is not a path I usually travel.

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  • onerios13
    July 9, 2007

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    We are your wild-eyed children
    a product of your ideals
    can you hear it singing?

    Oooh...this was...creepy...lol. I liked it! I'm a fan of this style, this floating yet could hit you upside the head in a nano-second if you're not careful kind of poetry...lol. But seriously, the ending gave me chills...in that very good way, I might add...and yes...I fear the sounds won't die away...

    Good stuff.

    Thanks for entering!


  • just rob gold member
    July 2, 2007
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    Very good read.

    I like this.{love stanza four}Feral is such a great word. This is very thought-provoking and encompassing. The last two lines of stanza three seemed a bit obvious or literal or something for me.{probably jus' that subjective thang} I noticed it when reading it aloud. There, I really did find it good. There are but few that I read aloud.


    • Barbie
      July 3, 2007
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      Lol, thank you - I will take another look at the end of stanza three - the meaning isn't lost if I cut those two lines completely, I'm just not entirely sure that I want to yet. Barbie. Xx


  • wattle silver member
    July 2, 2007

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    A Ms Barbie poem. What a joy. I was thinking books and higher things had consumed her and yet here she is with pen in hand and Exorcism on her mind. Her eyes are cold her heart is warm. Her words are sharp her meaning muffled and I am over the moon. --- Thank you. ---- (Barbie, looks at her world, she is not responsible. Mattel, her father did it all.)

    • Barbie
      July 2, 2007
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      I actually haven't read a book in a while - I know, shame on me! I did work experience with two local newspapers over the course of the last two weeks & before that it was the party weeks of University & before that there were exams. I have been neglecting the old pen & paper a bit. Mattel? Hmmm. Barbie. Xx P.S. Thanks.

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